My dad fought all across the Pacific,he actually met both Nimitz and MacArthur and said both them treated him with respect eventhough he was just an enlisted man doing menial tasks for both.

He was standing on the beach when MacArthur 'returned' to the Philipines.

Like many of his generation,he was kind,gentle,and absolutely fearless.

Once when he was 65 years old,he was attacked by an 18 year old thug with a knife. The old man beat the kid almost to death with a broom stick he managed to grab and had him in a choke hold,semiconscious when the police arrived.

He had faced Japanese Imperial Marines,one thug with a knife did not particularly intimidate him.

The amazing thing is that his character was pretty much the norm for an entire generation of men.

Like the battles they won,these men are largely forgotten now,I tell the stories my dad passed to me to my son,at least he will know that our country was once a place that had many men such as these.




Last edited by ruraldoc; 06/04/10.